If you are, I could bring you out a shawl." "Oh, no, I am not cold." "I was speaking to your sister Ida last night." She noticed that there was a slight quiver in his voice, and, glancing up at his dark, clearcut face, she saw that he was very grave.

She felt that it was settled, that he had come to ask her for her sister's hand.
"She is a charming girl," said he, after a pause.
"Indeed she is," cried Clara warmly.

"And no one who has not lived with her and known her intimately can tell how charming and good she is.

She is like a sunbeam in the house." "No one who was not good could be so absolutely happy as she seems to be.

Heaven's last gift, I think, is a mind so pure and a spirit so high that it is unable even to see what is impure and evil in the world around us.